Roman frowned slightly, "The Church Court knows I have a Witch here?"
"Almost certainly."
Laisa showed a touch of surprise in her eyes as she scrutinized the young noble before her.
Upon hearing such news, he neither grew angry nor showed fear but calmly acknowledged the situation.
The Astrologers of the Church Court had an unfathomable understanding of the mystical domain, capable of matching wits with a Prophet.
The Witches had arrived at Origin City in May, and now it was already July.
They had lain low for two months, giving Roman some crucial time to develop—never underestimate these two months, for Roman had accomplished many things during this time, and his power had been growing exponentially.
However, developing in secret always risked the day when one might be exposed.
The Church Court had now reacted and pinpointed the Witches' location.
Laisa said, "It seems you've been prepared for quite some time."
